What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.
Wonderful things, horses. Never know what they will do, or won't do.
Men don't understand how their mannerisms can get on women's nerves so that you feel you just have to snap.
Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.
if you ask me, nobody really likes people who are always doing their duty.
Life itself is an unsolved mystery", said the clergyman gravely.